Cute Girls

Moving at a slow walk, his horse was restless. He was deep in the brush country. He was in no hurry since the pain had stopped. Might be a bad sign. Served him right for catchin’ arrows, his sergeant had told him. Reckon I’ll try not to next time. The crusty old sergeant couldn’t get any closer to saying thank you. The arrow most surely would have penetrated his skull. But the ranger blocked it with his hand. At least it was easy to pull out. Even so, his company sent him back to get it looked at. He could hardly refuse since the last skirmish seemed to be decisive. The Commanche raiders were decimated and what was left of them were high-tailing it back across the Red River. (more…)

“Thanks to Sammi Scott, aka Titsy McYarn, the Cute at the Heart of the Abyss for her help and valuable critique. Bounteous thanks to Kevin for his incredibly thorough critiquing and voluminous notes. Thanks to Sensual Curves for her help in proofreading.

Thanks to my wife for handling the editing duties on this chapter.

After you’ve read this, if you have any inclination at all to comment, please do so, either by email or on the comment board… The best way for me to grow and improve as an author is to hear from the people who read my work. (more…)

“I’m writing a series of accounts about my life in England; mainly true accounts, with just a little embellishing here and there. They’re about my sex life to be precise, but then what other type of life is written about on Lit?

A biography I suppose, but a short one and an unfinished one. Is it arrogant for a, nearly, twenty one year old to write a bio? Probably, but then, hey, what the hell, I want to tell my short story so let’s see just how many want to read it.

How many want to read about how I lost my virginity when I was eighteen, had an affair with a thirty something man just after that and how since then I’ve been strongly attracted to older men. About my time at university, learning about girls and how male lecturers ignore the no fraternising with female students rule. How I became a photographic model, part-time and my conflict over what goes on in the studio when there’s just the model and the cameraman there. (more…)

INTRODUCTION

This story contains all types of sexual encounters, straight, gay, lesbian and bi-sexual. The story is fictional and the names of all characters are fictional. I have thoughts for a second part on hold and if there is interest in this theme then I will write the second part. In the past many readers of told me that they don’t like sequels so I tried to honor that request. I found this story getting a little bit long so I decided to cut it off but leave the door open for another segment if there is reader interest. Enjoy the story. (more…)

“This is the second part in a series titled “Spring Break”. The stories are sequential, and although it would be helpful to read them in order, it’s not really necessary. If you like the story, please vote and leave me a comment or send me an email. Enjoy!”

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*Tuesday*

My eyes fluttered awake at the noise. I couldn’t identify it at first, but as the cobwebs cleared out of my head, I recognised it as muffled screaming.

Leah lay on the bed next to me. Her arms were wrapped around a pillow that she clutched to her chest as if her life depended on it. She had one corner in her mouth and her teeth were clamped down tighter than a bulldog on a side of steak. (more…)

“Well, at long last I’m back with a new story. Thanks to all the fans that have been waiting for this story, I’m sorry it took so long. To new readers, one of the first questions I seem to get is, how did I choose my screen name. It was easy, my name is Jennifer O’Dell. I got the nickname JenniferO back in high school. There were 4 Jennifer’s in my freshman home room and the teacher just added the first initial of my last name and it stuck. Most of my friends just call me Jenno. I’ve been writing and submitting stories here now for a few years. I’m now 28 years old, just turned this past November 7th. I’m getting to be an old lady now, but that’s ok by me. Let’s see what I say when I hit 30 though. (more…)

The mercenary ship docked just after dawn in the bustling seaport of Bandar. Though the city itself was just waking and opening another business day, activity on the dock went on at all hours. The vessel docked across from two heavily laden cargo ships hauling textiles from the far east. Long trains of dock workers grunted under the heavy bundles as foremen cursed about schedules and lost wages. The two warriors were barely visible in the crush of humans and demi-humans that were scrambling frantically between the docked vessels and the rows of warehouses that separated the shore from the market area. (more…)